Breached [The Masters Series 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 6

“I can’t stop it! It’s coming!”

  “You must learn to control your body. With control comes greater passion,” Quinton explained as he pinched and tugged on her nipple. He looked at his brother, who now had two fingers inside her, rubbing furiously, and then leaning down and sucking on her clit.

  Andrea screamed, arching her back in response.

  Quinton couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was stunning. Extremely responsive and his.

  Leaning over, he took her cries into his mouth as he kissed her once more. She pulled back, gasping for air, as Justice continued his assault, sucking and tugging on her clit.

  “I need to come!” she cried. “Please, Master, let me come!”

  Quinton smiled and looked at Justice who was now grinning. “Come, Andrea. Come for your Masters,” he ordered.

  The second the words registered with her, she screamed out, as her hips bucked against his brother’s face. Justice grabbed her hips, holding her down as he drank from her. Putting an arm under her, Quinton lifted her into his embrace, holding her as she rode out a ferocious orgasm. Kissing her face, her hair, her eyes, her mouth, Quinton gently removed the silk ropes and took off the blindfold. Looking into her eyes, he saw pure ecstasy.

  Kissing her once more, he tenderly laid her back against the pillows, as Justice covered her still shaking body. He watched as Justice leaned down and kissed her forehead and then left. Holding her for a moment longer, Quinton removed himself from her bed, and whispered, “Sleep, my wild angel. Tomorrow is another day.”

  Before he closed the door, he looked back at her. She was exhausted but smiling and sated.

  “Good night, my Masters,” she whispered, and then fell into a deep sleep.

  Chapter Eight

  Justice waited out in the hall for his brother. When he emerged, neither said a word, as they walked into the kitchen. Grabbing a beer for himself and Quinton, they sat at the dining room table, quietly drinking.

  Justice knew that Quinton liked Andrea. He did too, but there was something about how his older brother looked at the woman that made him think that just maybe there was something more to this situation than Quinton was letting on.

  “So how do you want to proceed? She is only going to be here for seven days. That is not a lot of time. Honestly, I don’t know why she did not sign up for the submissive seminar the club is holding next month. She would benefit more from that, than being with us for a short time.”

  “I know, but when she stepped into that elevator, and I saw that she had been crying, I just wanted to make her feel better. Then, when she told me about her research, I figured it was a way to get to know her better,” Quinton mumbled.

  “Quinton, she is here to see if this lifestyle is what she wants, not to form a relationship. You do understand that, right? I thought she made that perfectly clear,” Justice questioned, worried.

  “I heard her.”

  “But?”

  “Shit, Justice. What the fuck do you want me to say? I like her, okay? I like her a lot.”

  “I think it’s more than that, and you know it. What is going on in that control freak mind of yours? Tell me, please, because I don’t understand. What happened in that room tonight was different,” Justice said pointing to the hallway. “You were different. You’ve never kissed or held a submissive, as you did tonight. Tonight was personal. You made it personal.”

  “I know,” he said, sighing.

  “Why?”

  “Because I fell in love with her, okay! There I said it. Yes, your fucked-up brother finally fell head over heels in love with a woman he hardly knows. Are you happy?” he shouted, getting up from his seat and walking away.

  Justice sat stock-still, shocked and afraid to say anything.

  Holy shit!

  Justice jumped when he heard his brother slam his door. He knew there would be no talking to Quinton tonight. His mind was probably whirling in a mass of chaos, and he needed time to sort everything out. That was just how Quinton was. He never did anything halfheartedly. If he wanted something, he went after it. If he wanted Andrea, Justice knew that his brother was probably in his room right now trying to figure out a way to make her stay.

  However impossible, if anyone could figure it out, it would be Quinton.

  Trained to remember every breath, every gasp, and every reaction, Justice replayed the night’s events in his mind, going over every detail, taking a sip of his beer. Remembering how complacent she had looked when he walked in, he was shocked that she had not been in the lifestyle before. She was a natural submissive and a quick learner. She was not afraid to try something unfamiliar, and once her mind was made up, she gave it everything she could.

  Beautiful and sweet, she embodied a special trait that most submissives were never able to attain, and that was complete and utter nirvana. Generally, it took years for a submissive to reach this state, and though some tried desperately, they never could fully let themselves go. Yet, for Andrea, it seemed to come naturally. He had watched as she drifted blissfully into nothing on two separate occasions, each time, heightening her senses. She was truly a marvel to watch in the throes of passion, one he would not mind seeing again.

  The only concern he had had been for his brother. Already attached, he feared that when Andrea left, she would inadvertently break his brother’s heart. Quinton became attached too quickly, and though she was only going to be with them for a week, Justice knew that if he wanted to help Quinton achieve his goals by acquiring Andrea, he had to protect his brother from the broken heart that was quickly coming.

  Sighing, he finished his beer and stood. Walking down the hall, he opened her door and peeked in on her. Sleeping peacefully, she looked so small in the large bed, but it was the smile still upon her face that told him she slept with ease. Closing the door, he headed for his room, stopping outside his brother’s door. He could hear Quinton moving around the room, probably pacing, as he wracked his brain, trying to compartmentalize everything.

  Shaking his head, he smiled and walked into his own room. Removing his robe, he climbed into bed and yawned. While his brother thought of ways to acquire the unattainable, Justice closed his eyes and dreamt of a red-haired woman, with full breasts and a sweet-smelling pussy.

  * * * *

  Andrea woke to the sound of his voice. The quiet one. The one who looked at her with smoldering eyes as if he was devouring her. Since she’d met him, he’d barely spoken, unless he was barking orders, which had a strange effect on her body. She couldn’t explain it, nor did she understand it, but she liked it.

  “Time to wake, Andrea,” he whispered seductively into her ear. Chills raced over her body, and her core instantly wetted.

  How does he do that?

  Sighing, she opened one eye and looked at him. He was fresh out of a shower and smelled delicious. Wet hair and clean-shaven, he stood, and she noticed he was only wearing blue jeans.

  God, he looks so fucking hot.

  “Don’t make me tell you again. Though, I am more than willing to administer an early morning punishment.”

  Slowly getting out of the bed naked, she stood before him, and followed as he led her down the hall and into a bathroom. It was larger than the one in her room, and suddenly she wondered why she was here. There were no walls around the shower. It was open. Looking at the ceiling, she saw the showerhead, and what looked to be eyebolts in various parts of the ceiling. Even the toilet was out in the open. There was no privacy, and for the first time since she had arrived, she realized that her every waking moment was going to be watched, and critiqued. She was not sure how she felt about them watching her studiously like that, but for now, she was willing to go along with it.

  “Brush your teeth,” he ordered in that no-nonsense voice of his.

  “All right,” she whispered and did as he said.

  Smack!

  Sighing, she lowered her head, and corrected, “Sorry, Master, I forgot.”

  “Brush your teeth,” he said again, but this tim
e, she swore he sounded as if he wanted to laugh.

  “Yes, Master.”

  Walking over to the sink, she found her toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush, and makeup kit all lying out, sitting nicely on a small silver tray. She quickly looked at him, but he gave nothing away. He just stood there watching her, absorbing everything she did. He was intimidating.

  Picking up her toothbrush, she quickly brushed her teeth. When she was finished, she turned off the water and stood before him, head bowed, waiting for his next instruction.

  “Go stand under the showerhead.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  Walking quietly, she looked up to make sure she was under the head, and stopped. Instantly, warm water rained down on her. Afraid to move or do anything, she awaited for his next order. Yet he stood there silently, watching her. Under lowered lashes, she chanced another peek at him and was surprised to see his cock bulging against his jeans. He did not touch himself or grab himself, nothing. He just leaned against the wall, and watched her.

  The water shut off and she still stood there, wet, beginning to shiver, because of the chill in the air. Goose bumps rose on her body, and before she could stop herself, her body trembled.

  “Take the towel off the bar, and wrap it around you.”

  “Yes, Master,” she replied, doing so quickly. She picked up the plush white towel, and it engulfed her. Extra large, the towel wrapped around her twice. When she had the towel secured, she stood before him, and awaited his next order.

  “Follow me.”

  “Yes, Master.

  She kept her head down as he walked her back to her bedroom. As they entered, she saw the other one, Justice, standing next to the bed with a dildo in his hands. Her bed had been made in her absence. Quinton told her to drop the towel and get on the bed. She quickly replied “Yes, Master,” and did as she was told. She was tired and in desperate need of coffee, but figuring it was best to keep that information to herself, she kept quiet. She had no idea what they were going to do, but seeing them both, shirtless and only wearing jeans, nothing else, her body betrayed her, as her pulse quickened.

  Lying on the bed, her eyes drifted to the ceiling. Gasping, she found herself staring at a ceiling that was one large mirror. She blushed from head to toe.

  Holy shit!

  It was an odd sensation lying on the bed, looking at herself naked awaiting for the orders of two men she barely knew. It was exciting, invigorating, and sexy as hell.

  “Spread your legs,” Quinton said.

  “Yes, Master,” she replied and did as directed. Her eyes watched in the mirror. She could see them moving about the room, but it was the woman staring back at her that had captivated her attention. She was trusting, alluring, and seductive. The woman looked wanton, and eager to please. Andrea couldn’t believe it was her, so she shyly looked away.

  “What’s the matter, Andrea? Do you not like the mirror?” Quinton asked.

  “No, Master. It’s just very revealing.”

  “That it is. Now that you are rested, let’s continue on with lesson number one, before moving on to lesson number two. Do you remember lesson number one, Andrea?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “And what is lesson number one?”

  “Obedience and trust, Master.”

  “Very good,” Quinton said, as the bed dipped by her feet. She knew not to look, and was forced to look upward. It was not Quinton, but Justice crawling on the bed, between her legs. Her heart accelerated. Her breathing increased. Moisture built between her legs, and when he touched her, she cried out, as a small orgasm quickly rushed through her.

  “Well, that was a first,” Justice said.

  “Continue. We will master body control later.”

  “My pleasure, brother.”

  Her mind was in a swirling vortex. Her body was on fire. The pulsing rhythm of her heart was heating her body to the point of pain. She couldn’t concentrate, only feel, and yet he was barely touching her. She gasped when he started licking and sucking on her clit. She desperately wanted to touch him but she didn’t, afraid of what he might do. Neither of them had given permission for that. God, she wished they would. Her fingers burned to touch them.

  Her pussy was dripping. Looking at the mirror, she saw Justice reach for a dildo, and he slowly inserted it into her wet pussy.

  “Do not come, Andrea,” she faintly heard Quinton tell her.

  Moaning, she turned her head back and forth, as Justice used the phallus, creating a searing heat she had never experienced, and just when she was about to come once more, he stopped. Reaching for air that was not there, she gasped, as Justice slowly removed himself from the bed, leaving the dildo between her legs.

  He stopped! Why? I was so close.

  “Justice stopped because you were not listening. I told you not to come. We will return when you are ready to obey,” Quinton said flatly, and left with his brother. Before he closed the door, she watched as he took something from his pocket. She heard a click and instantly the dildo began to vibrate. Looking down between her legs, she realized that while Justice was between her legs sucking on her clit, he had fastened the dildo to her body. The black straps weaved around her stomach and around her thighs. However, what shocked her most was the small padlock securing the binds. There was no way she could removed the phallus as it continued vibrating in her pussy. “And, Andrea, for every time you come without our permission, you will be spanked accordingly. Remember that next time you disobey.”

  The moment the door closed, her wonderful morning turned into torture, as the dildo picked up speed.

  Chapter Nine

  Justice handed Quinton a cup of coffee as he laid the remote on the table. Sitting down, he smiled when he heard Andrea scream out as another orgasm rolled through her body.

  “It’s going to be so much fun training her,” he said as he took a drink.

  “I agree, but don’t forget we only have a week with her, Quinton.”

  “I know. I’m not stupid.”

  “Just keeping it real, brother, besides we need to discuss what’s on the agenda for today. I was thinking a tour of the media room, and then some of the other training rooms, where we can put her through a couple of easy scenes,” Justice said, spouting off ideas.

  “No,” Quinton mumbled.

  “No? What do you mean no? With her leaving in six days, there really isn’t a need to get in-depth into her training.”

  “I said no. We will finish lesson one this morning and immediately go into lesson two. By the time she leaves here, she will know what it means to be our submissive.”

  “You mean a submissive,” Justice asked, looking at him.

  “Excuse me?”

  “You said ‘our submissive.’ You meant ‘a submissive,’ right?”

  “Yeah, slip of the tongue.”

  The cries from the back room were getting louder. Justice grabbed the remote and clicked it off, placing it back on the table. The back room instantly quieted down.

  “Damn it, Quinton, we discussed this last night. That woman in there is not going to stay around. She leaves in six days to go back to her life. She is only here to learn and see if she can handle the lifestyle. She never made any commitment to stay longer, nor has she even hinted at it. She is leaving on Monday and you need to come to grips with that. She is not our submissive!” he shouted, but Quinton ignored him.

  As usual, Justice was wrong. Andrea was their submissive, even if it was for a short duration, but during that time, it was their responsibility to make sure Andrea was trained properly, and learned everything they could teach her while she was contracted with them.

  He knew he had a short time with her, and he wanted to make the most of it. He could never do anything by halves. Always going full force with the goal in mind, Quinton never let anything derail him, not even his brother.

  Slowly getting up, he picked up the remote and turned it back on. Instantly the sounds of Andrea’s cries filled the room. “We will co
ntinue on as we mean to go. Get ready for lesson two. I will finish lesson one. We will meet in the living room in one hour.”

  “Quinton!” Justice seethed. “Did you even hear what I said?”

  “Yes, I heard you, Justice. I think the red will do nicely,” he said walking away from his brother. Quinton knew he was walking the fine line of sanity, but something in his gut told him this was the right path.

  Taking a deep breath, he slowly opened the bedroom door, and smiled.

  Closing the door quietly, he clicked off the dildo, right as she was about to come again. Moving toward the bed, he noticed her face was flushed. Her body, drenched in sweat and the pool of juices between her legs, had soaked the sheets. The smell of her sex was prominent, as the mouth-watering scent filled his nostrils. His cock hardened instantly.

  Stopping at the side of the bed, he watched as her chest heaved heavily. Her eyes closed, and her lips parted, gasping for air. Leaning over her, he whispered, “Did you come, Andrea?”

  Her breath hitched, and her eyes open immediately. She looked scared but sated. Shyly she responded, “I tried not to, Master. It’s not as easy as I thought.”

  “No it’s not, is it? Are you ready to finish lesson one?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Good girl.” He smiled and reached between her legs. He unlocked the straps and removed the dildo. Her body shivered and she came once more, her juices soaking his hand. Smiling, he placed the dildo next to her, and licked her juices off his fingers. “Very tasty, my sweet Andrea. I may request more before this lesson is over.”

  Picking up the dildo, he placed it in her hand. Her shocked expression was of wonder and confusion, yet she said nothing, waiting for his instruction.

  “Lesson one is about obedience and trust. Trust is earned. We need to know that if we give you an order, you will, one, do as we request, and two, trust us enough to know that we know what is best for you. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Then there is obedience. You did not obey us, did you, Andrea?”